Chapter 190 She Tempts Him Into a Breakdown

Su Manxue's whole body was subtly imbued with a strange beauty, which instead aroused the explosive power within men.

"Big brother, do you want me? As long as you want me, I'm willing!" Su Manxue's hand slid along Leng Yeshen's abdomen all the way down, her fingertips lightly gliding over his suit pants.

In the cold night, the bloodshot in his eyes doubled. He breathed heavily, clutching her waist tightly, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. He gripped her chin and asked with a sneer, "Hmph, is that all you have?"

"Brother, how could you say that to me?" Su Manxue endured the anger in her heart, looking at Leng Yeshen with seductive eyes, and tried to twist her waist to stimulate him, "Brother, it's me, Mo! I really am Mo! In fact, I like you too. Don't you feel happy?"

"Yimò?" Leng Yè's eyes were becoming increasingly misty.

"Well, I'm here. A-Chen...I'm Yimo, Yimo who belongs to you alone." Su Man Xue's red lips curled up slightly, she trembled as she unbuckled his belt.

"Are you really Yimò?" Leng Yechen's handsome face flushed unnaturally, his deep dark eyes were tinged with a hint of confusion, but he couldn't hide the struggle and doubt in them.

"A-Chen, I'm Yi Mo, liking your Yi Mo, loving your Yi Mo..." Su Manxue imitated Tong Yi Mo's voice, sweetly, slowly, step by step seducing Leng Ye Chen.

In the cold night, Chen Bo's thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and he lowered his head to look at Su Manxue, his eyebrows furrowed.

No!

She is not Yimò!

This woman is Su Manxue!

Yi Mo is not his...

Could never be his...

Yi Mo belongs to Ajing, not to Leng Ye Chen...

The bitter taste of heartbreak slowly pulled back Leng Yechen's near-falling rationality.

This kind of pain, loving a woman deeply but she's not his lover's love, is like death.

In an instant...

With a deafening roar of "Crash! Boom!"

With a wave of his hand, Leng Yechen sent the documents and inkwell on his desk scattering across the floor.

Su Manxue's heart skipped a beat, she instinctively curled up, and the next moment, her eyes widened in astonishment.

He saw Leng Ye Chen get up from her without any hesitation, stride past, bend down to pick up a pen on the ground, move his thumb to open the cap, and mercilessly thrust it into his own thigh.

In a moment, the bright red blood soaked through his suit.

But even so, Leng Yechen's face was just a bit paler. There wasn't any other change in his expression, no sign of pain at all, not even a grunt escaped his lips.

Su Manxue hugged herself tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably from fear, and cold sweat kept streaming down her forehead.

Cold Night Chen was indifferent to her, which she could accept. But what she didn't expect was that he would be so cruel to her as well!

Now, he just doesn't want to be controlled by the drug's effects, which is why he would ruthlessly harm himself, stabbing his own thigh, to regain his rationality...

"Tap… tap…" The sound of his leather shoes scraping against the ground was like the footsteps of a death god coming from hell.

Getting closer...

Su Manxue watched Leng Ye sink his cold face and walk towards her step by step. There was no blood on her face, and every cell in her body screamed to run away.

But her limbs were soft and unresponsive, as if they had been glued together, not able to move at all.

She was scared...

This time I'm really scared...

I wonder if the pen in Leng Yechen's hand, in the next moment, will stab her, retaliating and letting her taste this pain as well...

With a thud.

The fountain pen slipped from Leng Yechen's cold hand, colliding with the ground. Su Manxue's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound frantically, as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.

She twitched her lips, wanting to beg for mercy, but her throat felt like it was crawling with ants, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Get out!" Leng Ye's forehead bulged with veins, his eyes bloodshot. He paused for a moment, then suddenly went berserk, "Get out! Get the hell out of here! Or I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Su Manxue scrambled down from the sofa, terrified. She scurried out of Leng Yeshen's room in a panic and rushed straight back to her own room on the third floor. She immediately shut the door and locked it.

This man, Leng Yechen, is really terrifying!

Why are there such terrifying men in this world!

Even though he was clearly drugged, he could still...

Su Manxue didn't dare to think further. If she waited for the effect of the drug to wear off and he was completely sober, he would definitely come looking for her to settle the score.

Then…

She must be in terrible shape!

Su Manxue suddenly felt flustered.

This time, she blundered again.

If she couldn't even lure Leng Yechen with a voice and appearance mimicking Yimo, even if she completely transformed herself into Yimo, then there would be no more opportunities for her to get close to him.

Su Manxue fidgeted nervously, scratching her head as she paced back and forth alone in the room.

Shouldn't she pack up and leave as quickly as possible before she fully wakes up in the cold night?

On the other side, Tong Yimo packed up her belongings and walked out of her room with a suitcase.

"Ah—"

"Whoosh!"

A sudden scream, filled with pain, came from the room next door. It was Big Brother Leng Yechen's voice.

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